Such and no other than event doth form it; 261 I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons: Par. Else might the world convince of levity Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done, Like one besotted on your sweet delights: You have the honey still, but these the gall; Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself 270 280 Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her. What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, On terms of base compulsion? can it be, That so degenerate a strain as this, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? 291 301 The reasons, you allege, do more conduce Than to make up a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice 311 Of any true decision. Nature craves, All dues be render'd to their owners; Now Than wife is to the husband? if this law Of nature be corrupted through affection; And that great minds, of partial indulgence To To their benummed wills, resist the same; 320 To curb those raging appetites that are As it is known she is,these moral laws But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion My sprightly brethren, I propend to you In resolution to keep Helen still; For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance 330 Troi. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design: Were it not glory that we more affected Than the performance of our heaving spleens, 341 As smiles upon the forehead of this action, He&. Het. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. ACHILLES' Tent. Enter THER SITES. How now, Thersites ? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were otherwise, that I could beat him, whilst he rail'd at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles,—a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till these two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-arm'd ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy iron, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependant on these that war for a placket. I have said my prayers; and devil envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Enter PATROCLUS. 375 Patr. Who's there? Thersites ? Good Thersites, come in and rail. Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counter. feit, thou wouldst not have slipp'd out of my contemplation: but it is no matter, Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles ? Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer ? Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me ! Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Who's there? Patr. Thersites, my lord. 390 Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not serv'd thyself in to my table so many meals? Come; what's Agamemnon! |